It’s hard to believe that 6 small words completely changed my life trajectory this year. One afternoon in March as I sat in my bedroom in Perth, I was nervously looking for the perfect moment to tell my family “I’m thinking of moving to Melbourne”. Even as an adult, having a disability that makes me reliant on others makes it hard, at times, to believe that I have complete control over my life. When your every move is reliant on other people saying yes – yes to accepting a shift, yes to helping you get out of bed, yes to helping you attend sport – it becomes a habit to think of the possibilities of someone not saying yes. It was why I was so nervous to let my family know about my intention to relocate. What would happen if they said ‘no’? But when I said those words, “I’m thinking of moving to Melbourne”, I was surprised by the response. “That sounds amazing! Even if we weren’t happy, we couldn’t actually stop you, you are an adult after all,” my family told me. My mum actually said that she could see it coming, that if I didn’t have a disability she suspects I’d already be living interstate, if not overseas. It was the validation that I needed, reassuring me that this was the correct path for me. My family did initially have reservations about me moving out of the family home for the first time to a state on the other side of the country. Being a 3½ hour flight from my family was a far cry from the original plan of moving a 25 minute drive away!
Photo of Rebecca in her power wheelchair outside Rod Laver Arena in Melbourne.